Julian's Stand in Wife novel Chapter 928

Chapter 928

He instinctively felt that he wouldn't be able to stay the night if he acted otherwise.

If he couldn't stay the night, he didn’t know when he would have the chance to step foot through this door once more.

If he couldn't be with them and be at his best, how would he be able to appease Diana and Sean's anger?

He needed to find a chance to explain why he gave Kiki flowers, and picked on Sean at his kindergarten.

Today was crucial.

He would never leave Betty's room.

As for Betty, she could sleep with Diana.

He would also buy a whole new set of bedsheets for her tomorrow, to replace the set that he slept on tonight.

Diana couldn’t fling off Julian's hand, no matter how hard she tried. His grip was as strong as an elephant nose curling around a human's hand. Not only was it impossible to shake him off, but he even started rubbing his face against her arm like a disgusting leech!

No.

It wasn’t just her arm.

He was getting from bad to worse, rubbing his face from her arm to her wrist.

He went further downward, and grabbed her other hand.

"Diana, don’t leave me." Julian put his face in her palms, looking up at her pitifully with those bloodshot eyes. "Don’t hate me, either."

He had never fallen in love with another woman aside from her.

Even if he had positive feelings for another woman, it remained strictly limited to finding the other person rather decent. Otherwise, he couldn’t have done something as heartless as splashing paint on Cecilia.

"Kiki," he said. "I treated her well simply because I want to fish information from her."

"Fish information?” Diana was stunned.

She immediately responded by pushing his face away. However, he was still rubbing against her palm.

That was precisely what Julian wanted.

He moved his face and plastered it on her back as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

Just as Diana thought he was going to take advantage of her, he mumbled, "Does it still hurt?"

Diana was stunned.

"The scar from the caesarian," he mumbled, sounding troubled. "I don't have the courage to touch it a second time."

In fact, each time he thought of it, he hated himself for not being by her side and sharing her pain when she was giving birth.

In fact...

When she returned to Richburgh with such a heavy burden on her shoulders, he didn't even embrace her. Instead, he refused to believe her and misunderstood her time and time again.

He was scared.

He was scared that she wouldn't forgive him.